My Professor Shen

"Miss, quickly admit your mistake to the master." Uncle Li has been winking at Jiang Ling from the side, but in fact, the hand holding the old man is useless at all.

Jiang Ling watched helplessly as the two old men sang together. They thought their performance was impeccable, but she had experienced this conversation dozens of times.

There was a slight wave in Jiang Ling's indifferent eyes. For her, the memory of growing up in the old house was really not worth remembering.Since moving out, I have never taken the initiative to come back once.

The older the old man was, the easier it was to think wildly, and every time he tricked himself back, the trick was exactly the same, and everyone knew it well, one continued to act, and the other pretended to cooperate.

"Grandpa, I was wrong." She drooped her eyelids slightly, and admitted her mistake in a gentle manner, silently counting down three two one in her heart.

"Hmph!" Old Man Jiang pursed his lips, and sat back on the main seat in a fit of anger, his chest heaved violently, and his nose was panting heavily.

"All the complainants have come to me!" The old man said solemnly, and slapped the handrail with a slap. The servants in the hall of the Jiang family were all silent, hiding in the corner and watching the pair confronting each other calmly. grandparents.

Ever since the Jiang family experienced the separation of the family, the old man doted on this little lady very much. Every time he got angry, there was thunder and rain, and they were used to it.

"It's because of me." Jiang Ling pursed her lips, without any excuses, and readily admitted her mistake.

The old man choked on Jiang Ling's words, the beard on his lips was raised high, and he looked worriedly at the straight granddaughter below. Is this the heir he has worked so hard to raise for so many years?This temperament is straightforward, can't black and white be reversed!

Jiang Ling looked at him quietly, her eyes were clear and deep, this stubborn look gradually coincided with the little girl in his memory, the old man's eyes were full of nostalgia and sentimentality.

He has two sons in his life. The eldest son Jiang Yicheng is sophisticated and has his own unique and keen insights into business matters. The younger son Jiang Yiming is stubborn and has no ambitions, but he is good at speaking and is very good at pleasing him.

There was no need to think about it at all, he almost confirmed Jiang Yicheng as the future heir of the Jiang family.There is no other aristocratic family fighting for the right to inherit, and the two brothers have a deep brotherhood.However, it is inevitable that there will be unforeseen circumstances. When the two brothers went to the company's annual meeting, they were flanked by heavy trucks one after the other.

After receiving the notice, he rushed to the scene. Two expensive Bentleys were squeezed in the middle by the trucks pulling goods. The powerful impact generated by the brakes instantly turned the car in front into a pile of rotten iron, and the roof was lifted off. , the wreckage was scattered all over the place, and the car body was so fragmented that the original shape could not be seen.

The gasoline tank of the car was cracked, and the gasoline was rushing out drop by drop. The smell was pungent and unpleasant, and even white smoke was coming out. The police who evacuated the crowd at the scene told him that there was a danger of explosion at any time, and he was not allowed to approach.But from such a long distance, he still saw the boss's dangling hand turned blue-gray, and the bright red blood stains dripped on the ground, spreading silently along the rough road.

Yicheng, his wife, and their newborn second child were killed on the spot. According to the law enforcement policeman, the eldest brother died because a few uneven iron bars penetrated the driver's eye socket and then penetrated his heart.Yiming's car was behind his brother, and it wasn't that serious, but Jiang Ling's mother was also sent to the hospital and died, leaving only ten-year-old Jiang Ling and Jiang Yiming with a disabled leg.

The old man tilted his head, frowned and sighed. He looked at the lush and vibrant bamboo forest outside the gate, at the elegant old Li beside him who had never blushed, and at the simple and elegant furnishings in the hall. Why, he suddenly remembered the night six years ago when he made up his mind to separate the family.

It's just that there was still a large field of gaudy roses that were about to wither outside the door that night, and the house was filled with luxurious leather European-style furniture, and the Jiang family's servants were not the familiar faces they are today.

Since the eldest brother passed away, he couldn't bear the blow, and his physical condition was getting worse every day.There are still tens of thousands of mouths in the company relying on him to eat. At this time, he can't collapse, so he had to follow the doctor's advice and go to the Sanatorium to recuperate intermittently for several years.

When he came back again, he failed to see his good granddaughter for the first time.

"Dad, you drink tea." The woman bent her waist and poured him a cup of tea flatteringly. His cuffs were dizzy into a darker ink.

The face of the bowed woman in front of her looks very young, she is only about twenty years old, she is covered with expensive jewelry, the smell of makeup and powder blows her face, she looks cheap, and she doesn't act like a serious girl .

I don't know if I'm afraid of him, I keep my head down, and my demeanor is not as good as some old women.

"Who are you?" He pushed the teacup away from afar and said in a deep voice, already having a rough guess in his heart.

"I... I am... Yiming's wife." The woman murmured, since she followed Jiang Yiming, she has been living a luxurious life, protected by a man, with her Even the cheap mother didn't dare to yell at her, but she was still a little scared in the face of this old man who was still in power.

The old man glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, pointed to Jiang Yiming who was sitting in a wheelchair by one side, and said calmly, "Say it."

"Dad, she's right, it's...it's like this." Jiang Yiming stumbled with beads of sweat on his forehead.

Although the old man's aura has been restrained a lot since he came back from the nursing home, his gaze still haunts him even more.

Butler Li, who had been inseparable from the old man all this time, suddenly appeared after disappearing for a while, leaned over and whispered something in the old man's ear.

"Crack!" The tea bowl full of tea was suddenly thrown to the ground by the old man, and it was instantly torn apart. Broken porcelain pieces were scattered all over the ground, and the dark brown tea leaves were mixed with the carpet, making the carpet a mess.

The hot tea splashed on the woman's and Jiang Yiming's ankles, and they both shivered tremblingly at the same time, and lowered their heads tremblingly.

The old man squinted his eyes and looked at the second son in front of him. He looked like a ghost, skinny, with gloomy eyes, both sides of his cheeks were black and sunken due to excessive indulgence, his eyes were listless and dull, and his face was blue and black.

He is not as energetic as an old man of half a century, he looks like he is going to die soon, how can he find the sunny and cheerful look of the arrogant young master before.

"Both of your legs are broken?" He unbuttoned his cuff buttons and said quietly, staring at Jiang Yiming with his eagle eyes.

Jiang Yiming jumped out of the wheelchair in a hurry and knelt down on the tiled carpet with a plop. There was a little scarlet on his trousers. The pain in his knees couldn't overwhelm the fear in his heart. The state is the calm before the storm.

The woman on the side saw that her man's knees were broken, and she suddenly felt distressed. She forgot who she was facing from the Jiang family, and said sharply: "Oh, why are you so hard? Look at this knee. It's broken, get up quickly." After speaking, he was going to help Jiang Yiming, whose head was buried like an ostrich.

"Go away!" Jiang Yiming slapped the woman's hand away, and his clothes were soaked in shock. Stupid woman is really a pig's brain!

The back of the woman's hand became red with blood in an instant. She had never suffered such a big grievance since she married him.

"Okay, Jiang Yiming, how dare you hit me!" The woman wept and wiped her tears, accusing the kneeling man non-stop.

The kneeling man had blue veins on his forehead, his eyes were cruel, and there were faint signs of anger.

Butler Li winked at the door, and the dedicated bodyguards in black immediately stepped forward to support the woman who was making a fuss, and Kong Wu's powerful arms tightly restrained the woman's waving limbs.

"What are you doing... um..." The bodyguard quickly covered the woman's mouth, and then slapped her heavily on her face.

The bodyguards have been practicing martial arts all year round, and they strike hard. After a few crisp crackling sounds, two bright red palm prints appeared on the woman's white and tender cheeks, and blood slowly flowed out of her nostrils. After struggling, her hair was as messy as a chicken. The huge pearl earring on the earlobe fell to the ground, and the nose that had been injected with hyaluronic acid was also tilted to one side. The crooked nose and mouth did not look like a lady at all.

"Hmph! In the past few years when I'm not here, you've been eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling. You broke a leg, and you're sitting in a wheelchair, making you look paralyzed and useless!" The old man squatted in front of Jiang Yiming and said angrily without giving the woman a second glance. .

"Dad, it's nothing, don't listen to their nonsense!" Jiang Yiming hugged the old man's leg, knelt and walked forward a few steps out of inertia, and said excitedly.

After finishing speaking, he gave the cautious servants around him a few fierce glances. If he knew who tipped off the old man, he would definitely break that person's leg!

The last ray of hope in the old man's heart was also snuffed out by his son. He looked at Jiang Yiming in disappointment and shook his head. It was really embarrassing.

In fact, Jiang Yiming is quite smart. Since he left, he has quietly changed a group of servants. He has kept the news of the family secret. If this thought is used on the right path, it may be a talent.It's a pity that he has been in a slump since he was disabled. No one can take a second look at his legs because he has a small belly. His inferiority complex is engraved in his cartilage.

"I heard." The old man paused, took out the whip handed over by Butler Li, and continued, "In the past few years, you have changed two wives gracefully." He wiped the whip in his hand slowly, as if he was treating some kind of treasure Be gentle.

"It's because..." Jiang Yiming was interrupted by the old man before he finished speaking.

"Just answer yes or no." He waved his whip in the air, and the sound of cracking through the air scared Jiang Yiming's whole body trembling like a sieve.

"Yes." He replied weakly, his voice barely audible.

"This." Pointing to the woman who was restrained by the black-clothed bodyguards, "It's your Xu Xian's daughter."

"Yes." Jiang Yiming kowtowed heavily, and blood began to ooze from his forehead.

"No shame, no regard for human relations." The whip lashed hard at his skinny body, making muffled sounds from the beatings, and in several places even directly tore through the thin clothes, causing horrific purple spots to swell inside. Red bloodstains.

Jiang Yiming's face turned pale immediately, his whole back was in burning pain, and one who couldn't bear the beating fell to the ground.The woman looked at her man's half-dead appearance, and couldn't stop screaming in fear.

"Noisy." The old man kicked her in the heart, and the woman fell to the ground, holding her heart and lungs and coughing uncomfortably.

Suddenly, there was a weak cry from outside the door, and his whip-wielding hand stopped suddenly.

"Grandpa." A little girl was picked up from behind the door, showing a small head, and said to him timidly.